The Mobster’s Menu
"Who are you?" she whispers, tears of pain and fear mixing. "Please, don't kill me. Where's Adam? My fiancé."
Damon looks up, his dark eyes showing a hint of surprise. "Adam," he says, his voice a deep rumble that shakes her, "sold you to me for ten million dollars." The words hit her like a blow. "He didn't mention an engagement."
Before her shattered mind can react, he stands, his tone firm. "Get dressed. We are getting married tonight.".